Now we shall see our battle's ending here
Upon the soil of Antei once great
A broken symbol of power not once controlled
Is now the place where bold power is stole -
Oh Pravus, the Lord of Darkness come
The fleet, it's magnanimous size outshone the sun -
So run.

Five Grand Masters in a row
The first one said
I told you so
The second one said
Will the Star Chamber be fine
The third one said
Only if the power is mine
The fourth one said
My tenure will never end
The fifth one said
All things will die, when I ascend

"They All Turned Tail and Ran"
A Limerick by Scion Tarentae

There once was a man from Antei
Who studied the Force every day.
The allies arrived
He might not have survived
But from his feet rose a pungent bouquet.

How could we have possibly known
about the special device that Pravus did own
Rumor has it it was given to him by a mysterious mouse
who turned out to be a disgusting louse
It gave him the power to erase
Anything that in his mind didn't have a place
Ships, vehicles, and so much more
Just vaporized if it didn't fit in his lore
We were left with not much to fight
Dang, this just isn't right.

Mwahaha!
Alas, they are not aware
That I, DARTH Pravus,
Is the four time winner
Of the Antei Dance Championships!
Cower at my powerful pirouettes!
Bow towards these aggressive lounges!

Of course he knew that we would fall,
he attacked us hard and it took our all
To stand up to him, our faces grim,
knowing our chances indeed were slim.
His troops of hawkbats he did send in,
all at once there was a din
as they all swooped down with guttural noise,
destroying all our hopes and poise
as they latched on and began to tickle
as tears down our faces did trickle.
We laughed and laughed and slapped our head,
til all at once we dropped down dead.
Laugh ourselves to death, we did
and sealed the nails in our coffin lid!

The key, his key to victory,
A weapon of immense proportion.
The final blow a trickery,
Causing a lot of commotion.